Deconstructing oneself is not the best thing to do. King Lear was happy. This Cordelia is a bit worried. Not unduly nor do I have a leaden tongue. My tongue twists around words and leaves me with a metallic taste. Tong-gew. How many years before I cease to be a site of contestation?
I never liked the Card sharper's daughter. She betrayed him for the monkeyfacedcrosseyed Manthan. I don't think she really loved him. Her embarrassment at being discovered stealing bananas might hold the key to her betrayal. Fie, fie. Black grams never seemed so apetizing.